The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, Band 4T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1811 |
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... rises in the fifth book upon Monetes , where he is re- presented as thrown overboard , and drying himself upon a rock . But this piece of mirth is so well timed , that the severest critic can have nothing to say against it , for it is ...
... rises in the fifth book upon Monetes , where he is re- presented as thrown overboard , and drying himself upon a rock . But this piece of mirth is so well timed , that the severest critic can have nothing to say against it , for it is ...
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... rises very happily into noble lan- guage and sentiment , as I think the transition to the fable is exquisitely beautiful and natural . The nine - days astonishment , in which the angels lay entranced after their dreadful overthrow , and ...
... rises very happily into noble lan- guage and sentiment , as I think the transition to the fable is exquisitely beautiful and natural . The nine - days astonishment , in which the angels lay entranced after their dreadful overthrow , and ...
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... rises in a great measure from its describing the places where they were worshipped , by those beautiful marks of rivers , so frequent among the ancient poets . The author had doubtless in this place Homer's catalogue of ships , and ...
... rises in a great measure from its describing the places where they were worshipped , by those beautiful marks of rivers , so frequent among the ancient poets . The author had doubtless in this place Homer's catalogue of ships , and ...
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... rises . Something like this we saw actually come to pass ; for the water was stained to a surprising redness ; and , as we observed in travelling , had discoloured the sea a great way into a reddish hue , occasioned doubtless by a sort ...
... rises . Something like this we saw actually come to pass ; for the water was stained to a surprising redness ; and , as we observed in travelling , had discoloured the sea a great way into a reddish hue , occasioned doubtless by a sort ...
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... rises to some very great idea , which is often foreign to the occasion that gave birth to it . The resemblance does not , perhaps , last above a line or two , but the poet runs on with the hint , till he has raised out of it some ...
... rises to some very great idea , which is often foreign to the occasion that gave birth to it . The resemblance does not , perhaps , last above a line or two , but the poet runs on with the hint , till he has raised out of it some ...
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Seite 149 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Seite 121 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Seite 388 - Curse not the king, no not in thy thought; and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber: for a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.
Seite 435 - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: 15 Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Seite 182 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Seite 442 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Seite 194 - And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer, and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand.
Seite 54 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 120 - Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time.
Seite 61 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th...